Dear Lionel is doing quite well physically.........but not too sure of his mental progress. I have posted before about his " two Connies". Yesterday during my visit he had an 'accident'. Pressed his buzzer, but he had already started to wet himself. Carer came in, and said she would call for someone to help her. Of course I volunteered...............We stripped Lionel, washed him, and then gave hime clean clothes and made him comfortable. He sat, holding my hand......."do you get paid very much for your job" I realised he was confusing me with the regular carers. Thought I had placated him.................."When you are finished today, would you like to come back, and then maybe we could go out for a couple of hours". So he had forgotten me (albeit for the time being), but still fancied me enough to ask me out on a date. (This from a man in a wheelchair) Do I laugh or cry? I am opting to laugh, he would see the 'humour' in this, if only things were normal.